Dads Don’t Get Enough Credit

dads don't get enough credit

Dads don’t get enough credit in the newborn phase. I mean I know that they physically can’t push the baby out or go through the surgery. But still, I think their role is under played.

My husband has been a complete godsend.

Not only was he awake, and supportive, through my whole attempt at labour, all 17 hours of it. Hand holding. Offering not to eat because I couldn’t. Worrying about me. Reassuring me. Making sure that I was happy with what was going on, especially with my epidural. Standing up for my rights and wishes. He had spent the time before that running up and down Sheikh Zayed Road settling and reassuring the toddler. Picking up and packing my hospital bag.

Then he had the added worry and stress of another emergency c section. I can’t imagine what it’s like to see someone you love out of it on drugs, flat out on an operating table, oxygen mask attached. Again, he was amazing. Kept me calm, even when words like rupture floated over the sheet, brought our Baby Boy over to me and introduced us, held my hand, moved Baby Boy off my face which was where he ended up, shouted up and asked people if it was normal for me to be shaking.

Back in my hospital room my blood pressure readings had a hit the roof, but the 2 deciding factors for that may have been that I pulled all the monitors off myself in an attempt to feed Baby Boy, then readings were taken from my leg which I started to move again because I was excited to have feeling back. He once again, stood my ground for me as I lay bewildered in the bed, as they were getting ready to administer Magnesium Sulfate, which apparently would make me feel horrible. He asked the nurses to back off and monitor for another 20 minutes as the readings could have been off. And he did all this holding Baby Boy and the toddler terror (who’d arrived at this point).f You know what? He was right, they were wonky readings and I didn’t need any extra drugs.

dads don't get enough credit

Those hours in hospital he was amazing. Yet everyone focussed on me and how I was doing. True I have had major surgery and I do love a bit of sympathy. But my husband went through the same ordeal without being cut open. He deserves some credit.

And then going home.

My poor husband hasn’t just got a new baby to help look after. But a toddler too.  And a wife who can’t do much because of surgery.  He is busy looking after all 3 of us.

He is the one who is looking after the toddler terror with limited input from me. Doing every bath time, bedtime, wake up, tantrum, reassurance.  He is the only one of us who can pick the toddler up at the moment as I am not allowed too.  Thankfully the toddler appears to be in the midst of a massive daddy phase.  He is also right in the middle of his terrible two’s and attempting to assert his independence over everything, eating, sleeping, napping which is frustrating to deal with to say the least, and again it’s all on the husbands shoulders.

dads don't get enough credit

It’s my husband who is helping me up and down the stairs, in and out of the shower, cooking every meal, washing every dish, helping me up from the sofa, being chief chauffeur, doing all the shopping, handing me Baby Boy when I can’t bend and lift, settling the toddler next to me for cuddles whilst trying to mind my scar.

It’s my husband who wipes away every tear I shed. Who tells me every day how proud of me he is. Who says to remember that it doesn’t matter how Baby Boy got here that we need to focus on the fact that he is alive and safe. That c sections don’t make me any less of a woman or whatever notion is going through my head at the time.

It’s my husband who does majority of the nappies for Baby Boy, that takes him and burps him, that let’s him cuddle with him for an hour between feeds so I can sleep, that wakes up with me in the night to support me with breastfeeding. That stayed awake with me the first night home when Baby Boy did nothing but feed and cuddle from 10pm to 5am and still got up with the toddler the next morning.

dads don't get enough credit

Yet again people only ask how I’m doing. I’m doing amazingly well, but that’s because of my husband and all his help.

It’s my husband who is holding the whole show together.

So dads you don’t get enough credit, you too help with the sleepless nights, the existing chores, the other children, the poor broken mum.  To you all I say thank you.

And to my husband

I say, I couldn’t do if without you, I am so grateful and appreciative even if I don’t tell you often enough.

I love you xx

dads don't get enough credit

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2 Comments

    • September 18, 2015 / 12:24 am

      He really was *and is*

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